After Awakening Consciousness, I Was Entangled by the White Moonlight Female Supporting Character - Chapter 13

Jiang Wanhe’s office was located on the top floor of the rented building.

There were two elevators leading up—one was accessible to everyone but only went up to the floor below the top, requiring stairs for the final ascent. The other went straight to the general manager’s office.

Though Jiang Wanhe held the title of deputy general manager, he was effectively doing the work of the general manager. This was mainly because the previous general manager had recently jumped ship, and no suitable replacement had been found yet, so the responsibility fell to him.

Another deputy manager had taken over his major projects, likely dreaming of a promotion to headquarters.

There was no way the young miss of the Jiang family would take the stairs—she was too lazy. So she stepped straight into the general manager’s private elevator. No one dared to stop her; in fact, someone even pressed the button for her and wished her a pleasant trip.

As the elevator ascended, Jiang Wanhe was reviewing a contract. Hearing the noise, he glanced up in confusion.

When Jiang Ciqiu came into view, he wasn’t even surprised.

From the very beginning, he had suspected that this so-called sister of his wasn’t actually here to work.

Everyone in the Jiang family had probably figured it out too, yet they all indulged her anyway.

That was the difference between them—the insurmountable gap.

He would never be unconditionally indulged by the Jiang family.

The more he thought about it, the more resentment burned inside him.

Taking a subtle deep breath, Jiang Wanhe forced a smile. “Ye Zi, what brings you up here? Have all the onboarding procedures been completed?”

How fake. If he really cared, he wouldn’t still be sitting here.

Bai Chen’an had been handling things for her for quite some time—could he really be unaware?

Jiang Ciqiu didn’t buy it for a second.

He was just making excuses.

She scanned the office—decorated in heavy blacks, whites, and grays, sophisticated yet oppressive, like something straight out of a cliché CEO romance novel.

Nothing stood out. Disdainfully averting her gaze, she replied offhandedly, “Yeah, all done.”

The office door was soundproof. Jiang Ciqiu walked over.

“I just saw someone familiar heading toward your office. Didn’t she come in?”

“…I’m working right now. I don’t have time to entertain guests.”

“So, you do know who she is?”

Unsure of what game she was playing, Jiang Wanhe stayed silent.

“Hmm… I think as a child of the Jiang family, one should have the courage to face people head-on. If it’s just some insignificant person, it wouldn’t reflect well on you, Brother, to keep turning them away.”

“But I’m working.”

Jiang Ciqiu smiled. “That’s not an excuse. Not everything can be dismissed with the word ‘work.’”

Her lips curved as she raised a brow slightly, her hand resting on the doorknob. “Brother, you need to learn to face things.”

After all, if he didn’t face them, where would she get her entertainment?

Jiang Wanhe capped his pen, closed the contract, and lowered his gaze, his lips mechanically curling into a smile devoid of any genuine warmth.

As expected, she hadn’t come with good intentions.

Jiang Ciqiu looked outside and immediately locked eyes with a woman standing across from the secretary.

She was touching up her makeup with a small mirror, her delicate face meticulously polished.

Su Huaijin turned her head, displeasure flashing across her features the next second. “Why is it you?”

“So, this is your family’s company downstairs.”

Jiang Ciqiu had already guessed it was her. Smiling brightly, she walked over and extended a hand. “Hello, our—what is it now?—umpteenth meeting. But I’m happy to see you.”

Su Huaijin stared at her like she was looking at a lunatic. “Jiang Ciqiu, are you actually insane?”

Her sinister smile sent chills down the other woman’s spine.

“Looking for Jiang Wanhe? Come in.” Jiang Ciqiu didn’t mind being insulted, even stepping aside to make space for her to enter.

The secretary, being perceptive, nodded at Jiang Ciqiu in greeting before leaving.

Su Huaijing stared at the woman nicknamed “Little Demon” as if seeing a ghost, finding her smile utterly terrifying. Even the wide-open office door couldn’t muster her courage.

God knows why this woman had gone crazy last time and slapped her—not just once, but several times!

Her face still ached from it.

Su Huaijing took several steps back, even shuddering as she tightened her shawl around herself.

“I… I should go…”

“Hey hey, don’t.” Jiang Ciqiu tried to grab her, but she reflexively raised her hands defensively.

“D-don’t touch me!”

“Ah, I get it. You’re afraid I’ll hit you?”

“…”

Jiang Ciqiu rubbed her temples. “Listen, I won’t stop you from seeing Jiang Wanhe. If you want to be his wife, I have no objections. What happened last time was a misunderstanding, understand?”

Su Huaijing’s entire face screamed disbelief.

Clutching her small purse, she sprinted away in her high heels.

“I just remembered something urgent! I’ll visit another time!”

“Hey! Don’t go! Hey!”

Her shouts ineffective, Jiang Ciqiu turned away bored—only to find Jiang Wanhe leaning against his office doorframe, watching.

He smirked with inexplicable confidence. “Xiao Ye, so you came to help your brother shoo people away. Thanks.”

Jiang Ciqiu nearly laughed. This was the first time she realized Jiang Wanhe had such delusional self-assurance.

Wait, that look in his eyes…

Damn, she’d never noticed how narcissistic he was before.

Disgust welled up inside her. Not wanting to engage, she gave him a slow, disdainful once-over before shaking her head with a mocking smile.

Only after seeing his face darken did she happily descend the stairs.

After going down one floor, she took the elevator back to the reception desk.

“Jiang Ciqiu… May I call you that?”

“Of course.”

“Enjoyed the show? Was it good?”

Jiang Ciqiu gathered her belongings. “The performance never really started, but I did see something mildly entertaining. Passable, I suppose.”

She rummaged through her box and placed some snacks on the counter.

“Thanks for watching my stuff.”

The receptionist smiled. “No problem.”

Carrying her box, Jiang Ciqiu returned to her department and newly arranged workstation.

Colleagues eyed her curiously.

The young miss Jiang never shied from attention. She approached them with snacks in hand—not to curry favor, but because it was simply her way.

By the time she’d made her rounds, even if opinions hadn’t completely reversed, they’d softened to cautious observation.

The department assigned a soft-spoken young woman with black-framed glasses—seated right in front of her—to help her learn the ropes.

The morning was spent settling in.

Bai Chen’an’s carefully packed box contained everything she needed. Jiang Ciqiu methodically arranged each item until everything was perfectly placed by lunchtime.

No one invited her to eat together, which didn’t surprise her. What did surprise her was the bookish girl extending an invitation.

Honestly, Jiang Ciqiu had mistaken her for a high schooler based on her outfit—her face was that youthful.

But upon asking, she learned the girl was actually twenty-five.

Jiang Ciqiu declined her invitation and decided to make do with the restaurant downstairs.

The staff cafeteria wouldn’t have been bad, but she heard Jiang Wanhe would be eating there.

Just the sight of his face would ruin her appetite.